[Verse 1: xaviersobased]
Do this shit without a hand out
Do this shit—, I did this shit without a hand out
Going up, niggas, shit wasn't even planned out
I don't even got a plan, ahh
Ahh, ahh, why you got you're hands out
I don't fuck with niggas, man, they go up then they crashout
Run up on a nigga, ahh, leave him in the past now
Yeah, bitch, i'm going up, bitch, without a doubt
Going up with all my mans, bitch, that's what i'ma about
On the block servin' niggas like a girl scout (Woo—hoo)
At the 1c HQ chillin' at the hot house
Niggas talkin' shit, I think this nigga tryna get knocked out
Yeah, i'm with zuro, bitch, we chillin' in that penthouse
If I run up on a nigga, that nigga gon' freak out
And yo' bitch us, we turn her into a freak now
I know my worth, i'm staying base, I won't ever sellout
Damn, this shit is loud as fuck, i'm smoking on some Brussel Sprouts
[Verse 2: Joeyy]
I put the money to my ear, see what it's talking about
My bros, DJ onto Saks, yeah, they walking out
I got my water from Ricky Chix, we pouring cannеls
I can't really sell my swag, therеs an abundance of it
If I unzip this Prada bag, your heart will plummet
I'm high as fuck, I might need noggin 'cause i'm at the summit
If I do math, It's like 90MG inside my stomach
I'm not above it, I just choose not to care
I'm cutting off this—
While my barber cuts my hair
My bros, millions on me, should really be so scared?
They askin' for interview, they think I really care
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